Deng Yuyuan reflected on whether she had dressed Tuantuan too shabbily today.
The old couple waiting for the train nearby, who had also stepped aside to avoid the crowd, laughed heartily. The old woman cracked open a hickory nut, bent down, and tucked it into Tuantuan's hand. "Let the child have it. As for the money, you and your daughter can just give it away to a beggar on the road later."
The two of them were dressed in decent satin fabrics. The man's hair was already graying, and he held a briefcase, looking gentle and refined. The woman's face bore the gentle lines left by time, radiating a generous and tender aura. They were a kind-looking elderly couple. Both exuded a deep, scholarly elegance from the inside out, with steady temperaments and warm, enduring gazes.
